Be My Shield

Chapter 22

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Brock's POV
Raw

I was in my locker room sitting around and waiting for my match when there was a knock on the door.

I got up and answered it. Someone threw themselves into my arms.

I looked down.

"Nicole?" I asked.

"Where have you been?! You haven't returned any of my phone calls, Randy said that you stormed off and you won't talk to him either. The least you could have done was give a simple text telling me that you were okay!" She said into my chest.

"I'm sorry. I was just angry."

"You're always angry!" She said pushing me away.

Tears were rolling down her face, ruining her make up.

"Nicole..." I said putting my fingers underneath her chin and pulled her face up. "Don't cry. I just just had to blow off some steam."

"For a whole week?! You could have just took two seconds out of your day and told me that you were alright and not in a ditch somewhere."

"Well, I'm a big boy and I can handle myself."

"Everyone has breaking points. I get that but you had me worried sick. Why didn't you answer your phone?!"

"I didn't want to talk to anybody."

"Not even your own sister?! I didn't even do anything to you and you couldn't tell me?"

"I'm sorry."

"I hate you. You put me through hell over this past week. Everytime someone called me or texted me I hoped and prayed that it was you. Only to find out that it wasn't."

"You don't hate me."

"Right now I do."

"Well, I'm not in a ditch."

"It's the thought! They're were several times were I was about to call the police and have a giant man search out for you! But, Randy calmed me down and convinced me that you were fine."

"I'm sorry..."

She slapped me before hugging me again and cried in my chest.

"I'm sorry." I said again.

"I'm just so glad to see you...alive."

I chuckled.

She wiped her tears away from her face.

"Sorry for slapping you." She said rubbing my cheek.

"I guess I deserved it."

"I bet my make up is all smeared now."

"You think?" I said pointing to the make up that rubbed off on my shirt.

She went into the bathroom and fixed it up.

"You should talk to Randy and get this shit figured out so this won't happen again." She said.

"I'm not talking to him." I said.

"Fine, I will."

"Ugh alright...I'll do it."

"Great! He's right outside."

"What?!"

She pushed Randy in and closed the door behind him.

"Hi." He said.